Lol.Once a year I like to see if I have become randomly good at realistic portraits without any prac

Lol.Once a year I like to see if I have become randomly good at realistic portraits without any practice whatsoever from the previous year. Sharing this anyway cuz whatever, it exists. And an excuse to drop a text wall about Eric and a bit of his updated background!  His curse and monster form have been updated as well, coming up next~Lord Frederick Thedrial was a 17th century Nimesian composer and virtuoso pianist known for his lively, playful compositions, colorful social life, and untimely death. It was quickly apparent to Erick’s family he was a virtuoso. He performed on the harpsichord at his parents’ parties before he was ten. In his teens he traveled frequently, his performances in high demand by fellow aristocracy. Whenever he was home, his parents housed the best teachers in their castle for his instruction. The young pianist occasionally traded lessons himself to royalty for access to their social circles and salons.Thedrial’s unique style effortlessly married the soaring flourishes of contemporary chamber music with a bright-eyed, merry bounce all his own. ‘At moments even humorous, but at all times elegant.’ His compositions were both accessible to a general audience and the envy of artists. His music reflected his personality. A notorious party animal, famous across the continent for throwing extravagant galas between his handsome income and his family’s bottomless gold. These invariably included the much-loved ritual of getting Erick completely blitzed and then having him perform his own work (more or less). Not a few contemporaries were seen blinking back tears of spite (and perhaps awe) in the corners of these parties to witness that, despite barely being able to stumble to the keys, Erick’s wine-soaked musical genius still exceeded their own. His indulgence extended into his love life, in which the composer took no particular lover but had numerous affairs with students, teachers, members of his own orchestra, and really any lady who returned the twinkle in his eye at a party. Admired for his disarming humor, clever conversation, and mischievous charm. But perhaps nowhere was Erick’s decadent nature more resplendent than the table. The young lord surprised, disgusted, and delighted companions with the sheer amount of meal he could put away. He was particularly fond of baked sweets, which his working quarters were stacked with at all times. Many joked the sweetness of his music flowed directly from the composer’s stomach. Gluttony is not a secret vice, and, despite being of modest height, Erick more than filled out piano benches. (It was quipped he didn’t write duets for this reason.) Erick was loved and celebrated by his parents, and his adoring younger brothers Leopold and Johannes. Worshiped in the artistic community. Had many close friends in important circles. Sought by aspiring students, major venues, and thirsty ladies alike. A bit of an up-and-coming 17th century rockstar. Not so impressed was the local working class. Aristocratic opulence was at its very peak during Erick’s life, with an unprecedented void between the rich and poor. Social revolution had flared in neighboring kingdoms, emboldening elements in Nimesia. Many spat that Lord Erick was the very incarnation of this opulence. He was held up as evidence that this latest generation of their oppressors was prepared to casually take their privilege well beyond an insulting level. He was bitterly resented as a fat, smug, and spoiled parasitic leech on humanity. In the fall of 1654, a peasant uprising was timed to coincide with Erick’s 28th birthday festivities. Revolutionaries attempted to seize control of the nearby town, meeting in blood with royal forces. Things were smashed, things were stolen, things were lit on fire. And at the Thedrial’s countryside castle, a rather nice outdoor buffet was abruptly interrupted by a GIANT RABID DEMON MONSTER appearing seemingly out of nowhere. The nightmare beast reportedly cleared the courtyard of all edibles before mauling any guests who’d failed to escape the area. Blademaster Leopold led the guards against the thing while Johannes evacuated party-goers. The hellish creature tore the courtyard to rubble before enough stab wounds silenced it. They say its body boiled eerily away into copper smoke.Among the dead were two foreign nobles, Erick’s best friend, and Erick Thedrial himself. He was deeply mourned by his family and the musical world. The uprising failed to take control of the town and deepened the rift between classes. It did however send a message the working class was not without teeth. The popularity of Erick’s music faded somewhat after his death, lesser artists taking up his style and running with it. His work is not well-known today outside of classical music enthusiasts, who lament the murder of one who was otherwise on track to have been among the great composers. He is remembered in musical history for redefining the style of orchestral music in his age.Oh, but history so often gets it wrong. Little do they know now that the murderous monster who wrecked the party on that fateful day WAS Erick Thedrial. And that, after his own brothers and guards unknowingly cut him to ribbons, he didn’t die that day. Indeed he couldn’t die. And he hasn’t. He can’t. And in 2021 (^ as pictured), Eric lives on the outskirts of the capital with his three dogs, a lucrative if hermitic musical career, a fuckton of secrets, and the undying, edacious demonic entity that shares his mind and body. Oh, and he’s dating Cornelius’ sister. -- source link
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